Sunday, May 05, 2013

I would rather pick the clouds

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt
I have to decipher 
the thousands of messages 
hidden in the thunderous clouds

no window dressing 
can hide from me 
the soup of knowledge

I have to be in the front 
when the clouds spit it all out 
pulsing with their importance 

I plan to turn on all my charm 
and collect it all in a red dish

"such fuzzy words evoke no feelings
or do they?"

33 comments:

bonniejtoomey.com said...

Poetry is a beautiful way to express yourself, I agree.

Amber said...

This is wonderful =) I love the whole concept!

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Nanka said...

Those clouds better spit it all out this season, I agree to give them all the importance they need!!

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

To me it looks like that the character has got guts..

Berowne said...

Yes, there are thousands of messages, and yours was one of the good ones...

Jinksy said...

Cloud messages - dampening?! lol

Granny Smith said...

Wonderful images wrapped up in your not-TOO-fuzzy poetry!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a great write! well done!

Peggy said...

Lovely writing that I liked reading. Also like the painting you chose.

izzy said...

The charm! innate charm- I like that idea- thanks

The Write Girl said...

Nature has a way of revealing her knowledge. Beautifully written and a fantastic use of this week's words.

Cathy said...

I have to decipher
the thousands of messages
hidden in the thunderous clouds

yes and sometimes we are very wrong too. As for fuzzy words, oh yes they do carry knives

Cad said...

Soup of knowledge - may I have a bowlful?

oldegg said...

The clouds growl a bit but I can't make out their words. I like the way your writing makes me think differently.

Dave King said...

I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish

What a great plan!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Best to be up front and not to miss anything!

kaykuala said...

That's the beauty and satisfaction of seeking out and reacting positively to what one discovers. It's true in life! Nicely Gautami!

Hank

Anand S Unni said...

Loved all your poems. Amazing feeling you have cast with your words. Remarkable.

Im a poet too. Do feel free to check and comment on my poems. Im a newcomer to blog, hoping to add more poems soon.

Here's my blog : The Chime of A Forgotten Melody (http://godoffinethings.blogspot.in)

christopher said...

The way you write gives me my memories. They are refreshed, memories of East Bengal (Bangladesh) in the monsoon.

kathykay said...

Oh, this was lovely. I liked the title, the clouds spitting, the thunderous clouds, collecting... all of it. I liked all of it. Also, the image is amazing. I love Mary Cassat. So thanks, for the words and the picture and all of it.

Laurie Kolp said...

If only clouds were like that.

Kay said...

i love your take on this....esp the red dish..x

Strummed Words said...

I like the soup of knowledge and the messages hidden in clouds. Very nice!

Sara McNulty said...

Agree with Strummed Words completely!

keiths ramblings said...

I prefer the messages I receive from white fluffy cloud! What a delightful poem.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Wonderful words.

Anna :o]

Gerry Snape said...

I plan to turn on all my charm
and collect it all in a red dish

this is a wonderful way to sum up the rest of the poem....lovely..thankyou

Lyn said...

How vivid...charm in a red dish! Who could ask for more?

Victoria said...

Just love this...today I made note of the incredible clouds in the blue, blue skies here in Nevada...hoping a poem would percolate. You wrote it for me.

Kutamun said...

A very powerful evocation indeed

Katherine said...

We so seldom look at the skies and there is really so much to see in the ever-changing skies, especially in the clouds.I really liked this! Beautiful!!

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful write and the title is simply delightful!

Belva Rae Staples said...

I like this unique take on the prompts. Well done!